Son Of The Devil

Part 2

Lucy

I wasn't sure how exactly I ended up asleep on the couch. I woke slowly, fighting the haze as much as I could before finally giving up and stretching. Then I realized the form I was laying my head on belonged to a person, and my whole body froze.

I was so lost in the euphoria of Boian's bite before I lost consciousness, which I could still feel, and as hard as I tried, I could barely remember much after I left the safety of the SUV that dropped me off. Only Boain's compulsion words ran though my head. I lay here quietly as I assessed my situation, but the only thing I knew for certain was that Boian thought of me as I knew he would. A meal he would keep around until he was done with me.

I had accepted it before I even walked in the door. But it still hurt to know I was stuck here.

"Why didn't you run?"

I wet my lips before I opened my eyes to look at the vampire who held my head in his lap. The deep red of his eyes had brightened, and color had returned to his complexion, no doubt the result of the blood he had taken from me. I turned my gaze from his. I wasn't trying to have a conversation with this monster. He took blood from me, I may not be dead right now, but who knew how long it would be before I could be. 

"Running wasn't an option for me, and we both know it." I should have been trying to keep my tone in check, who knew what would make Boian snap and lose interest in me. But I just couldn't help it.

"Are you going to tell me why you do not trust vampires?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

"Sense you looked into my life already," I shot him a glare before sitting up quickly, "why don't you tell me?" It was a little too quickly, and my head spun, but I refused to fall back to where I had been laying on his lap and leaned against the back of the couch.

"I fail to see how the murder of your loved ones is my fault, sense I have never set eyes on you until tonight."

Fair point, I suppose. I closed my eyes before resting my head on the back of the couch waiting for the room to stop spinning. Maybe it was petty of me to hold a grudge against all vampires, but still...

"I have seen the way your people treat my kind." My stomach turned.

"Your coven seems to feel the same way about how they treat you." He said, turning on the large sofa to face me.

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see he was studying me again. As if something about me puzzled him. I hated the way he looked at me, and my skin crawled as I felt him start to poke around in my head again.

"What are you looking for? Haven't you seen enough?" The anger in my voice slipped out as I felt his presence leave my mind, and I shuddered.

"Who is he? The boy who claims he loves you?"

My eyes widened slightly as he played memories of Caspin's face in my head. I took a deep breath as he left my mind, I hated how he could just do as he please with my memories. "Does it really matter to you, or do you wish to torture me?"

Boian's brows furrowed as he considered my question, then his eyes went cold. "Who is the boy, Lucy."

I didn't remember introducing myself to him, but then again, I did not need to. He learned more about me in the few moments he was in my head than I had even told Caspin.

"It doesn't matter who he was to me. Or I to him. If you aren't aware, I am a prisoner here, and I...."

"I know why you are here, little witch," he moved in closer to me crowding me on the couch. "I know that you cannot leave here. What I asked you was who is he to you?"

"Why do you keep questioning me when you already know so much?" My anger was rising, and I wanted so much to remove myself form this conversation.

"I want to hear it from you." He said, eyes roaming over my body before landing on mine again. "I will not ask again, little witch."

The command was small, but I still felt the compulsion he used, and I glared at him before answering.

"He was my lover."

"And he feels the same about you, does he?"

I averted my gaze from his. I hated this line of questioning. My whole world had fallen apart because I got caught while trying to ensure that Caspin was free. I fought so he could live, and in the end...

"He never loved you; you know. Pure bloods do not know what it is to love."

I shot him a surprised look before it turned to hatred. "What would you know of love? Your kind only knows pain and malice and how to cause death!"

"You keep saying 'my kind' as if I am directly responsible for your suffering."

"I have seen no difference so far in the way you have treated me, to the way your kind, have treated others like me. I am nothing to you but a way to survive, a food source, and once I am dried up and dead you will find another. So, excuse me if I do not wish to share things with you."

"You have no choice."

"Which you made very clear with your commands last night." 

"If I had not used them, you would have run."

"It is kill on sight if I run, I told you I am not an idiot."

"And yet you come in here, where death is also certain for you?"

So, I was going to die here then. When I first arrived, I knew, but hearing him say it out loud drove the reality of my situation home. Boian's eyes followed the tear that slipped out down my face, an evil grin on his face as he leaned in and licked the tear from my cheek, before he spoke again.

"The truth hurts, Lucy Evergreen. Hurts more than any lie I could think to tell you to make you feel better about your situation. The path that led you here to me ends in your death, and there is nothing either of us can do to stop it." Boian tried to lean in closer and I threw my arms up between us, pushing my hands into his chest to stop him. 

"You've had enough," I felt my head swim in dizziness again.

Boian looked at my hands lame attempt to push him away and smiled before turning his gaze on me. "Brave little witch," he chuckled, "Drop them, Lucy." 

I could feel the command in his voice but was able to shake my head, using what little strength I had left to try and defy him. But who was I kidding? He was hundreds, if not thousands of years older than me, or any other vampire I had ever met, and he was the only one known to be able to control other vampires, other than his own father. It was a surprise to the both of us that I had told him no, before I could deny him again my hands slipped down and I rested them on my stomach as his lips tipped up in a satisfied grin.

"It's your own fault you know." He said standing suddenly, leaving me on the couch alone. "They wouldn't have died if you were not busy getting cozy with one of my kind." His eyes searched mine before he walked away, back down the hall he had come from. "Your things are in your room, last door on the right up the stairs."

Just like that he was gone, and I was left to sit in shock. Once again, I was questioning myself, and according to the clock that ticked loudly on the wall, I have only been here for a few hours. Boian had made me question myself several times in one evening and while my hatred for the vampire who had ripped my life away from me was strong, I did not hate Boian for my own bad judgement. He still scared me half to death, even now I was still shaking, yet I knew he had no part in what happened.

I cozied up to a vampire, talked to a stranger, and got my entire coven slaughtered. Just like he had said, it was all my fault.

I stood slowly, cautious of the amount of blood I had lost. It was enough to make me lightheaded, but I figured I would be able to walk to my room by myself. I stood at the end of the stairs, blinking back a few tears before I took the steps one at a time, when I finally reached the room he said was mine I went in. This room had the same cozy cabin look that the rest of it did, but what was supposed to be a cozy room was shadowed by the fact that it was still my prison. Even though this was supposed to be my space, Boian could come and go as he pleased, and I decided now that my fate was clear for me, I would grin and bare the last of the time I had on earth.